"Facebook or LinkedIn?" she murmured, staring at him with dead eyes.
"Hold on just one sec," he replied, typing furiously on his Blackberry, fingers flying across the keys with deadly accuracy.
"Email," she answered herself, watching him scan what he'd typed for mistakes before pressing send. The device immediately beeped again, buzzed, and the red indicator LED illuminated his face.
"Just one more sec," he murmured, navigating to the new message.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Red is important! Orange is important but delayable, yellow is low alert-my landlord, party emails-green is ignorable... family, friends, you, E-T-C," he spelled out, scanning the new message.
Amy watched him read, process, laugh shortly, and begin composing the new email, his face brightened by the glow of the screen in the dark.
She slid her legs out of the bed, reaching for her discarded bra.
"Wha- are you leaving?" he asked, drawing his gaze to her but only briefly, flashing back down to the screen. Continuing to type. Her blood began to boil. "You would do the exact same..." A beep, a buzz, the red light all set off again. He scrolled the wheel, navigated to the new message, and laughed. "What a fucking dumbass," he murmured, presumably talking to himself about the subject of the email.
She knew he wasn't necessarily wrong, but she also didn't need to admit it. She clipped the bra and slid the straps onto her shoulders, stepping away from the bed to find her dress in the dark.
She reached for her own phone as she slid into her dress, zipping up the side and stepping into her heels.
She typed in the dark briefly, grabbing her purse before pressing send. She heard the beep and the buzz as she shut the door behind her.
"Facebook or LinkedIn?" she murmured, staring at him with dead eyes.
"Hold on just one sec," he replied, typing furiously on his Blackberry, fingers flying across the keys with deadly accuracy.
"Email," she answered herself, watching him scan what he'd typed for mistakes before pressing send. The device immediately beeped again, buzzed, and the red indicator LED illuminated his face.
"Just one more sec," he murmured, navigating to the new message.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Red is important! Orange is important but delayable, yellow is low alert-my landlord, party emails-green is ignorable... family, friends, you, E-T-C," he spelled out, scanning the new message.
Amy watched him read, process, laugh shortly, and begin composing the new email, his face brightened by the glow of the screen in the dark.
She slid her legs out of the bed, reaching for her discarded bra.
"Wha- are you leaving?" he asked, drawing his gaze to her but only briefly, flashing back down to the screen. Continuing to type. Her blood began to boil. "You would do the exact same..." A beep, a buzz, the red light all set off again. He scrolled the wheel, navigated to the new message, and laughed. "What a fucking dumbass," he murmured, presumably talking to himself about the subject of the email.
She knew he wasn't necessarily wrong, but she also didn't need to admit it. She clipped the bra and slid the straps onto her shoulders, stepping away from the bed to find her dress in the dark.
She reached for her own phone as she slid into her dress, zipping up the side and stepping into her heels.
She typed in the dark briefly, grabbing her purse before pressing send. She heard the beep and the buzz as she shut the door behind her.
"GO FUCK YOURSELF. HAVE A NICE LIFE."
The light flashed orange on his face.
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fuuuuUUUuuuuUUUuuuuUUUUUck you kate (i love you and this was perfect)
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The backstory had to be told~!
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This is great.
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